Sadness

It saddens me,
To the deepest point.
To see me rusting,
At the joint.

To see me lisping,
In my talk.
To see me limping,
In my walk.

To see my hair,
With silver-grey.
To see me aging,
Every day.

To see me faltering,
As I go.
To have my minds response,
So slow.

To know that others,
Might be like me.
That frailties,
Will with them be.

But the day is soon,
God will say to some.
This is the way,
Take my hand...and come.


E.P. 1908 - 1989